Iraq

I seem to be on a bit of a psychic roll.

I've got a pen pal in Iraq whom I hadn't heard from in years. Night before last I dreamt that I was living in Iraq, not a foreigner in Iraq, but a domestic citizen. I was working some sort of a night job, not really sure if it was a factor or warehouse or what, a large building though.

Something went wrong and they kicked everyone out in the middle of the night. It was extremely dangerous being out at night. There were people driving around indiscriminately shooting people on foot. You were a target no matter what your national origin, religion, or political convictions because all the shooters wanted do do is prove that those who were in power were impotent and inept, incapable of maintaining order, and if you died, you helped them make their case.

Not wanting to be shot, I ran into another factory and pretended to be a worker there. I almost got caught. I woke up out of the dream at that point.

Yesterday, after having that dream, I received e-mail from this person who I hadn't talked to for a long time. I had imagined that he was dead or in prison. He had told me about his 12-year old daughter narrowly escaping being blown up by an explosive device along the road.